The Pox Child Songtext
von L.A.S.'s Crime

Ancient story no one knows
The beginning of his show
The duplicity of the voice
Cuts the sign in his young face

A child something inside
A phoney heart he tries to hide
Within a place no one can see
Silent toy the crime for him

Murder Murder without light
A malformity inside
As atrocities of sight
The pale presence of pox child

Mother Murder without light
A malformity inside
As atrocities of sight
The pale presence of pox child


Splintered in the head again
No fear, no hate, no shame
But the joy for spiny game
Disgregate his grinning face

Murder Murder without light
A malformity inside
As atrocities of sight
The pale present of pox ...

Everything he wants to say
Is the sweet kind of their shame
Everything he wants to do
Is to tell them all the truth
Everything he wants to say
Is the sweet kind of their shame
Everything he wants to do
Is to tell them all the truth
The truth